Today I......

~poured a bag of kitty litter in the back of Boots' truck to soak up the gas I spilled (don't ask)

~smiled like Scarlett and said, "Nothing," when the car salesman asked me what he could do to earn my business today (was that harsh?)

~watched an overweight girl cry on MTV because she was out of shape

~got motivated to go mostly walk/barely run

~cleaned out the flower bed cuz I'm ready for the summer time

~made ice cream flavored with mint, jalapenos, chocolate, cinnamon, and vanilla (it's more like mousse)

~shocked Boots by rejected the bread sticks at Pizza Hut because I'd watched the cook touch them without gloves (he thinks I'm so passive)

~got all excited to see that The Dark Knight is coming on TNT tomorrow night! (RIP Heath Ledger)

~decided it was a good day

Yes, My Middle Name is Naive

Earlier this afternoon I drug Boots (not drug as in secretly gave medicine, drug as in physically made go) to the tuxedo store to get him suited up for the wedding!

Yay!

He was super enthused.

Photographic evidence to ensue.

This tux thing is exciting!

Then I drug him to Target to get registered for stuff.

You know, house stuff.

So we got the gun and I handed it over because I know that new toys/weapons are an easy way to get a man's cooperation.

It worked.

Evidence:

Yes, that's a grill.

Not a very flattering picture but I think he's trying to decide which grill accessory we he needs.

It was shortly after this picture that the camera batteries went dead so I missed getting pictures of him shooting all the pots in the cooking aisle.

Then Boots gets all neurotic and hunger-painish so I have to hand the gun back in and we leave The Target registered.

So I crossed two wedding to-dos off my list today.

After Target we trek 5 miles/30 minutes to the restaurant.

Boots wants to sit in the back room with all these people when the whole front of the restaurant is empty.

I am not excited.

"Surprise!!!!"

I was definitely surprised!

Most of the people I work with had showed up at a surprise party that had been planned for me.

I was crowned with a pink tiara and sat in a chair with balloons tied to it.

Then I was presented with an assortment of gag gifts appropriately themed.

Oversized sunglasses to protect my eyes while embalming.

A play dough kit to practice my restorative art waxing recreation with.

Barrettes to keep my hair pulled back.

A toy cell phone to represent the company phone I'll eventually get (if I make it up that far.)

A pack of socks since I never match mine.

Toy keys to represent the company car I might get one day.

And a foam dart gun to shoot the boss with.

I was definitely shocked.

Its been a good day.

:D

The End!

The time has come to rejoice and put on a flat hat!
I...ahem!...I have finally finally FINALLY passed both of my Boards!
Aaaaaaaaaaand, now sing the "Hallelujia" chorus!
Now!
I passed.
I can't believe it.
This has been one of the absolute happiest days of my life thus far.
I now have free time!
What shall I do first?
I've got a stack of books knee-high begging me to read them since now I can; guiltfree I might add.
I've got wedding planning that will procede full steam ahead!
A not-so new camera that I've been waiting to play with.
I want to exercise.
Maybe yoga?
I want to cook!
And bake!
I want to clean even!
Today has been a good day.

P.S. Dear Boots,
Thanks for your patience.
You must be a saint.

House Hunt

I've been really busy lately.

I'm talking really busy.

So busy that I've neglected all my reading.

I haven't been reading my blog subscriptions, half my emails, or even my school books.

Well, I have been reading my school books but not as much as I'd like to read them.

This is crunch-time after all.

One thing I have been doing though is house hunting.

Boots has been heading up this expedition but I have been doing my part too.

We've been driving around when he comes to town to see me and searching the Internet and making phone calls when we're not together.

I've been doing some house dreaming about all the things I want to do when I have my own house and not living in an apartment.

Boots and I found a house back off the main road.

The house was at the end of a dead end street and I called it The House on the Left for obvious reasons.

The house has a big yard and lots of bedrooms.

It has a hole in the roof that needs to be fixed and a stone wall where a carport used to be.

The sign stuck to the door said call the tax accessors office.

Boots did some digging and that led us nowhere.

Can't find out anything else.

(Sorry, no photo)

We found another house but haven't seen inside it yet.

I call this one The House in the Curve for obvious reasons.

Its got a fair-sized yard with a little shed.

The front yard is kinda weird though because a culvert cuts it nearly in half.

The House in the Curve

(I didn't take this picture)

Boots went house hunting on his own and called me up, "I want this one!"

I don't think I've ever heard him so excited.

We go look at the house that afternoon with our realtor.

Our realtor lady introduced Boots Mom and Pop and helped Brother #1 get his house.

The house has two sheds, a falling down fence, and some overgrown bushes.

We tromped all through the house, stomped up and down the stairs, open and shut every door over and over again and flicked every light switch.

We decided that we liked The Little Box House and got the lady to fill us out a contract.

I had her read the contract to us because I wanted to know what I was signing.

I think Boots was surprised that I asked her to go through all that trouble.

She was super nice and explained everything even though I didn't fully understand it all.

The Little Box House

(I didn't take this picture either)

The realtor lady hooked us up with a mortgage man and the mortgage man checked out credit and approved us for a mortgage.

We can buy a house.

Whether we do or not is up to the powers that be.

We're just kinda waiting and negotiating.

We're going to keep looking but one day we're going to have a house.

I have been stuffing my face with Valentines truffles.
Happiness = Chocolate.
And Boots.